Wade’s heart hammered as stories of moose aggression crowded his thoughts. One wrong move, and that creature could kill them both. In normal circumstances, moose were docile unless threatened, but an injured one was unpredictable. Wade’s eyes flicked to a ragged wound on the moose’s hind leg, blood trickling down.
His instincts screamed at him to either bolt or yank Milo away, yet fear kept him rooted in place. As the moose took a halting step closer, Wade felt more than saw the ground quiver beneath its weight.